So predicable, still not, ready for it.
Recycled charm, harmful to me.
Second law, third law.
Are you back for more? & don't you know it.
I'm still fond of you.
I can't decide.
You don't look at me, any differently, or at all.
You've changed do you see, I feel it.
I'm still fond of you.
I can't decide.
I'd tell you if I could only get through. (Can we laugh about it, I'm a mess)
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